Oceans and Winds
Oceans and Winds
I have an obsequious unnatural inclination
To sustain my external compulsions
And convert them to a pre-text of a sub-text
Of instantaneous conclusions
Bi-Partisan confusions, melted humans and rheuminations
We seem to be caught up in the slipstream
And lost in the vibrations
Of stations and crossings,
Meanderings, stoppings
We seem to be following around the Indigenous of sounds
That bellow up they bellow up from beneath the ground
They are calling out birth from the groaning new earth
In concert with itself and all living beings
Ill dream an attitude of forgiveness not burdened by redress or regress or conquests
If only my head dress would fit through the door
Turbans burdened by scripture
Crosses burning in pictures
Of past-tense furious fallacies of fiction
That frustrate my diction and turn contraban contradiction
Into the friction that rises in full cream reprisals
Of passion hate, crime and Chryslers
As we stand there as misers
Peering out through our greed visors
All the while curling their sentiment and twisting the truth
Somebody come, save me from my misspent youth!
Maybe fly down a phone booth on the back of a mousse using blue tooth!
Super proof our powers are used for under and over mis-use of the truth
Once more, Im decomposing on the Library floor
Al Gore – you had the funds to make a run
But in the end you just cashed in on the climate thing
Lady Gadiver riding naked on the back of a horse
Gone is the course of romantic inclinations
The subtle subjugations of the technological invasions
On the most civil of all rights
The right to speak, the right to write
The freedom to focus on the beauty of the night,
Without having to look back thinking
“Who do I have to ing fight?”
Where is the freedom? Where is the peace?
Where is the moment where the pre-tense is dropped?
Cut the bull , cut the violence,
Give me back my internal silence
And I’ll bend over backwards to find the instance
That makes sense
And I’ll hold on
With my opposing fingers and thumb
Because not even a Carmelite Nun could make me run
From a moment of insight
I’ll stand, and I suppose I’ll fight
But I still think that Ghandi was right
Take the path of ;least resistance
Make your point, watch out for inquests
First do no harm
North Korea – Disarm!!
George Orwell and Animal Farm
Communism, catachlysm, bochesism of the red red red star
How long, how far
Must we continue to scar?
The pulse of the planet gets weaker
While we do question time with Mr Speaker
Oh my nice white Nike sneakers sneaking through the two cents a year
They pay the children in Korea
Drown them all in tears while they keep making your fortunes
More tunes, silver spoons, expanding moons and one of thems mine
As I pull a finger sign to the inherent decline of humanity
Remove the earth from all profanity
And purge us of this insanity!
BRING ON THE OCEANS!
BRING ON THE WINDS!
The End
Copywrtie Elizabeth Moroz 2023
Copyright © Elizabeth Moroz | Year Posted 2023
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